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One night upon my motorcycle through the desert speed |
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And it smashed my body so that all my friends thought |
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I was dead |
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My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head"You are the son of a mother fucker" |
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One two three four |
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I shook all night and held her hand |
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Chocolate people, well |
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I'll be damned |
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Land of plenty, land of fun |
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To find out |
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I'm Nimrod's son |
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Oh bury me |
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Far away please, bury me |
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The joke has come upon me |
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In my motorcycle mirror |
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I think about the life |
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I've ledAnd how my soul's been aching all the holes where |
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I have bled |
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My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said"You are the son of incestuous union" |
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One two three |
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Now my head is clear, my luke hands washed |
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My daughter's pure, my son is tall |
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Land of plenty, land of fun |
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To find out |
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I'm Nimrod's son |
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Oh bury me |
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Far away please, bury me |
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The joke has come upon me |
